Taitobe slashed open the long whip that was swinging at Inosuke, and he grabbed it with his left hand, and then the speed of his feet did not change.

Inosuke's expression was cold, and he looked at the oncoming attack, his feet staggered, and the sword in his hand stabbed forward.

When he returned, a huge head rose to the sky, and his headless body fell to his knees.

At this time, the attack of another samurai also arrived, and Inosuke rolled to the ground, and two long whips passed by his shoulders, hitting the ground and the plank cracked.

"Is this the ghost? It seems that this is just the case, obediently become my stepping stone. ”

A beautiful carp stiffened, and Inosuke jumped up from the ground, shouting indiscriminately, "The pig is rushing forward." ”

Just as he was about to rush towards the remaining enemies, a sword aura formed by flowing water suddenly appeared in front of him.

Tanjiro's figure flashed by, and he slid to a halt, the head of the enemy behind him dropping.

Inosuke was stunned, then the bruises on his forehead burst out, and he ran towards Tanjiro and kicked him in the ass.

"Didn't you tell me not to interfere, do you want to rob my opponent too?"

Tanjiro touched his head and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I saw the flaws on its body, and my body moved involuntarily." ”

Ishinosuke was furious and chased after him, knocking Tanjiro the head, but the chase between the two soon stopped.

Inside the curtain behind the counter, a heavy footstep came outside.

Soon the curtain was lifted, and a three-meter-tall giant appeared in front of them, wearing a full-body black armor and a large sword more than two meters in his back.

"This is my prey, you remember not to meddle." Inosuke's eyes lit up, and he kept moving, staring at the armored giant.

Although Tanjiro nodded on the surface, he subconsciously pulled out the sword on his waist.

……………

It was dark all around, except for a few flickering candles.

There are several iron cages of about one meter in the corner, and there are several thin people squatting in them, most of them are yellow-faced and thin, their eyes are empty and numb, they don't care about everything around them, and they are completely san.

In the center of the small room was a board filled with the remains of various human corpses, some needlework and thread, and countless flies circling around.

Footsteps suddenly sounded outside the iron door of the room, and then the sound of rustling came in through the keyhole, and the humans inside the iron cage suddenly trembled.

With a "squeak", the iron door was called from outside, and the graceful figure of the proprietress walked in, but those humans couldn't help but squeeze into the corner as if they had seen some monster.

The proprietress covered her mouth lightly and let out a silver bell-like laugh, but in such an environment, it seemed extremely abrupt.

She walked over to the board and stroked the huge butcher knife with her hand, a little blood on her fingertips.

The proprietress sniffed her finger on her nose gently, and then couldn't help but put it in her mouth and sucked it.

As if the blood had irritated her, the proprietress underwent drastic changes, with marks on her smooth skin that looked like burns, and then scarring, and her whole body swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a few breaths, the proprietress turned into a mass of fat, and even the basic human form was recognizable, and she raised her hand and grabbed the butcher knife in her hand.

The proprietress walked to the iron cage, opened the door of the iron cage, grabbed one person inside, and fixed it directly to the board.

Her eyes glowed cold, like a hungry wolf, and the huge butcher's knife fell without hesitation.

At this moment, the iron door suddenly shattered into several pieces with a crackling sound, and a light shot in the dark room.

Roach stood in the doorway, half of his body was in the dark, half of his body was shrouded in light, and there was not a trace of waves on his face, but there was a monstrous anger in his eyes.

The knife in her hand was raised slightly, and a knife wind spread out from the blade, hitting the butcher knife in the boss's hand, making her swing the knife a pause.

The fat proprietress turned her head to look at Roach, let out a long breath in her mouth, raised the butcher knife in her hand vigorously, and walked towards him with heavy steps.

Luo Qi seemed to meet the enemy, but at the moment when the sword moved slightly, his feet stepped lightly on the ground, and he disappeared in front of the boss lady in the blink of an eye.

The proprietress narrowed her eyes and swung down the butcher's knife so hard that the shadow of her body enveloped the room, her eyes full of pleasure in slashing enemies under the knife.

And at this moment, a cold light lit up from behind the proprietress, stabbing her eyes painfully, and before her body could react, blood was already splashed.

The sound of the wind was like a knife, and Luo Qi slashed down, only feeling as if he was slashing on butter, and there was no sense of blockage at all.

His heart suddenly froze, and he hurriedly jumped back, opening up a certain distance.

I saw that the narrow wound on the proprietress that he had cut out did not shed a drop of blood, and then reunited like mud.

"Hee-hee-hee." The proprietress let out a strange laugh, her eyes narrowed into a slit, and she looked at Luo Qi with a malicious gaze, and her body exerted force violently, so fast that it turned into an afterimage, and the butcher knife in her hand also swung down.

Roach didn't make a quick move, the knife stabbed forward, and his right foot moved backwards.

The butcher's knife slashed through his chest, not hurting Roach in the slightest.

Then he didn't have the slightest intention of fighting back, and kept dodging in a small area, and the boss's attack gradually became violent, and the knife shadow flew up and down, but Luo Qi didn't even have any damage to the corners of his clothes.

After dozens of rounds of attacks in a row, the proprietress felt exhausted, and there was a slight problem with the speed of the butcher knife in her hand.

At this time, Luo Qi moved, and he walked forward unhurriedly, and the sword he held diagonally was extremely stable.

The two figures staggered, and Luo Qi's figure stood still, the knife in his hand was withdrawn into the scabbard little by little, and the sound of blade friction echoed in the air.

"It's cold."

Two words came out of his mouth, and then the head of the proprietress behind him suddenly fell from her neck, and her body still maintained the movement of standing and swinging the knife.

Then she shuddered, and flesh continued to fall from her skeleton to the ground.

Arch stepped over the corpse of the proprietress and walked to the iron cage and crouched down, he found that several people inside had completely lost consciousness, and only instinct drove the flesh.

He shook his head, drew his knife, and headed for the door.

The breath of water, the type of Wu,

Dry day of mercy rain.

A light rain fell in the room, and the humans inside closed their eyes with a relieved look on their faces.